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Old Stuff #3 Requiem of a Heart

It's at night when I'm aloneWhen I look up I can see the starsIt's at night when I'm aloneWhen I look down I can see my scarsAnd I feel myself going into the darkWith the sound of the beating of my heartMy heart, it beats so slowlyHesitant, wondering where it's goingAnd my heart beats fasterAs I'm pulled to travel ever furtherInto the beyond and to the endI cannot reach beyond the endMy heart, it beats again, slowlyHesitant, wondering where I'm goingAnd I look back at my scarsAnd hear the pounding, thunderingThe beating of my heartBeating faster, even furtherI reach into the nothingnessI reach beyond the brokennessAnd I feel my heart, it beatsAnd I feel myself breatheI see, after the darkI see familiar starsI'm in the night, all aloneAnd I look around, I am coldI see glowing lights aheadEagerly, I leave my bedAdrenaline, it rushes to my headI am softly creeping nearer to my death…And my heart beats again, so slowlyAnd I wonder where I'm goingAnd I pull back and concentrate on breathingAnd I reach back and feel my heart still beatingAbove me are the same starsAll over me are my same scarsI breatheMy heart beatsI lay down to sleep

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I am a writer. The best word to describe me might be impulsive. I'm a talkative introvert who loves people even though they scare me. My idiosyncrasies include but are not limited to: talking to invisible characters, roleplaying my own stories as a form of editing, listen to music in a language I don't understand, drinking coffee late at night, waxing poetic about pretty much anything, and never reading or writing one thing at a time.